Okay, so this story is basically a series of story ideas that I may or may not do in the future. It all depends on what you guys think. I want to try my hand at writing again, and see what I can do.

Risen

To be honest, Taylor could not remember much of that day, only bits and pieces. She recalled the locker, the waste, the laughter. After which the fire, and the pain. Only flashes, her cries for help, unanswered.

Truthfully, the only thing that she could clearly remember was the Fear.

Then the Anger.

The Hatred.

Suffering.

If anything, she's somewhat glad she remembers it. It only serves as fuel for the fire. It was only for that day however, that her mind is fractured. She clearly remembers before, what they did to her, her tormentors. But now, as she looks at the image in front of her, her hatred intensifies. Black, all she can see is black, and what it represents. Her burned, mangled body being pulled out of the wreckage screaming in pain, still awake, still alive.

She turned, her eyes meeting theirs, she screamed not in pain but pure rage as she promised vengeance.

Oddly enough one of them fell.

She would find out later why.

She wondered if it was that day where eyes turned permanently yellow before being covered by black.

She remembered the hospital, the pain of it all as they tried desperately to heal her. Panacea was out of the country, and then, the final stroke, her father. Murdered.

In one last cry of rage, grief, and suffering, the hospital room exploded, her power thrived for survival, tearing apart machinery and other materials before taking her away.

It was then that the sphere was created, a sphere in an abandoned warehouse that would eventually be refined and become her meditation chamber. From here she stayed hidden from the world. Her powers, whatever they were, were amazing, and she relished feeling it flow through her veins, fueled by her hatred.

And she had much fuel for the fire.

As she stared inside the white chamber, the air stale but pure, her body constantly in pain even while simply sitting, the disgust she felt at seeing her marred reflection.

But she used it.

She used the Force.

Discovering her abilities had been an adventure, one that she had certain delight in. Now she finally had the power to destroy her.

But not now, no, she needed time. She needed to recover, and frankly, she needed to discover her powers, its limits, what could she do?

She decided to delve deep inside herself. To focus, regardless of the pain, regardless of the anger, or better yet.

Use it.

Suddenly her mind was filled with images, great warriors, of light and dark, feats of great power, principally, two names came to mind.

Jedi.

Sith.

How amusing.

One side, limited by foolish traditions, and fear to embrace the unknown.

The other, fueled by hatred, like her, but...blinded by it.

How odd, since when did she become so analytical? Perhaps a gift from her Trigger.

Oh well, nothing more to do. She focused, calling deep within her, the power of the Force, she felt the world outside the chamber.

And willed herself into it.

"Well, at least it's a start." She thought as she saw the chamber from the outside, at least the outside was black, easier to hide.

She was soon thrust back.

This would need work.

The chemicals maintaining her body would only last so long, she would need sustenance. The thought grit at her but...she needed help.

"Hmm, perhaps she might do."

First she needed a way to leave the chamber, otherwise, she would not be able to acquire the materials she needed.

Next, she would plan.

Then she would strike.

And finally have her vengeance.

Parian was currently working on one of her designs when she noticed the lights go dim and the wall in front of her go black, she was struck by fear as she noticed the black mass slowly peel itself from the wall.

"Parian, are you not?" A very deep and chilling voice spoke as the being approached her.

"Y-yes." Great, was this another recruitment attempt? Everybody knew that she was neutral.

"My apologies if I startled you...but I require your services...you need not worry, I am not affiliated with any of the gangs.

"Ah, I-I see, very well then, how may I help you?

"I am...a new Cape in the city, and I require a special order from you, the design I have, I only need you to create it according to my specifications. Payment...will not be an issue."

"Of course, do you have the design then?"

"Of course…" With a flourish of shadow, the being provided a very detailed drawing of what he needed.

"You may find it odd, but let me simply say that my powers require these modifications, even if it seems...lacking.

"I ask no questions."

"Good...name your price…"

She went to her desk and started to write some things down before passing the price to the shadow.

"It shall be delivered...until we meet again Parian."

"Wait." But it was too late, he was gone.

"I would've preferred receiving a name."

Taylor gasped as she laid back, exhausted from the stress of using her powers.

"Hah...hah...I need...more...practice…" Truthfully she needed to be healed, but she couldn't go back to the hospital, her outburst had marked her by the Protectorate because she had unintentionally attacked a neutral zone. Not even the gangs attacked the hospital.

But what she needed was there. She could feel it, the Force was guiding her. It was how she found Parian so quickly, it was how she was managing to get money. People were so weak, so simple, easily guided, sheep...it seemed that even Capes could be influenced, to a certain extent, she didn't know if it was because of them being Capes or her being so weak right now.

She breathed as well as she could, her supplies were running out. She needed to recharge her meditation chamber. She needed her suit, if not, her chances of survival were...few.

She cursed them for bringing her to this state.

And her hatred fueled her.

Suddenly she felt power flow through her at the mere thought of them and pushed her mind outwards.

She found herself out of her meditation chamber, her projection again, but this time, humanoid. Almost clear, but still a shadow.

Yes, this could work. Well, the first thing she needed was money, and she doubted that she could do much of anything right now. And she needed money, if she was going to survive, she'd need money for material. But who to get it from? Petty thievery only got you so far. She needed bigger targets. She had two options as far as she could see. She could go after banks and stuff and get heroes after her or she could go after gangs and get them after her.

Well, it was probably already stolen.

Dragon's interest was piqued, if only for a little bit. It seemed that someone was stealing from the gangs, thousands and thousands from safe houses, personal accounts, and even just plain from their pockets.

An independent, whether they had a death wish or were simply that good was yet to be determined. Their intentions as well, this could either be an independent hero, or a criminal taking out the competition financially, not that it would do that much to some gangs compared to others.

Too many unknowns, but it is what it is. Considering everything, sooner or later they'd meet this unknown.

Taylor was...pensive.

No scratch that she was raging but managed to keep it inside her head.

Why?

Because she discovered the truth. She'd decided to go after her tormentors, she'd tracked them, haunted them first, she wanted to face them personally, but never would have guessed.

A Cape...she was a CAPE! Not only that! A HERO! Somebody who was supposed to protect! Not bring down. She fumed as the mere thought of her made her blood boil.

To think, she'd wanted to become one. She'd been planning to clear her name with the Protectorate, that she didn't mean to blow up the hospital, she'd just triggered at that moment.

Now? Now she would destroy them.

Ok, maybe not kill them, but she would make them fear her.

She couldn't be a hero, not now, but she didn't want to be a monster however, criminals however, she'd destroy. She would show no mercy, and if any hero got in her way, they would suffer.

They would all know suffering.

A name came to her mind. Or rather a title, along with a word she had learned in latin.

The Undersiders had received a mission, to steal some tech from some company, easy enough. They had had no hiccups, just a lone hero who was easily distracted so that they could escape.

When they go to the drop off point however, that's when things got weird. Their client apparently would meet them for the delivery and payment. They were surprised as they saw a shadow appear from the wall.

Tattletale paused; she wasn't getting much from this person. Odd.

"Thank you for your assistance, Undersiders, a job well done, you shall receive your payment."

"Sure thing. Anything else?"

"No, but it may be likely that I require your services one day. Until we meet again." The shadow said before taking the supplies with him. The team just shrugged and went their way, Tattletale, however, felt odd, as if...something was going to happen. Something big. And it involved whatever that shadow thing was.

Finally, the time had come. For her to be free of this chamber. During the entire time she'd found a different area to establish a better base. She'd hired a janitorial crew to clean it up and sterilize it. It'd be temporary, but it was necessary for what she would do.

The materials she'd bought were activated, machines for surgery. Technology to keep her stable, the suit's components. Everything flurried in her mind as she prepared herself. She had long since moved the meditation chamber, unwitting civilians had their uses. And now she would open it. With a hiss, the chamber opened, and weakly she stepped out, making it to the table, she strapped herself down. She refused anesthetic, she needed to feel this, to fuel her hatred. It was what she discovered from the Force; her emotions fueled her power.

They started...and she screamed.

Various people in the city stumbled as small tremors started to go off now and then, heroes were on alert waiting to see if it was some attack, or perhaps just as worse somebody triggering.

"The tremors are pretty minor; it might be a simple trigger who's still learning."

"Well whatever that was-" Armsmaster was cut off as a practical earthquake shook through everything.

"That's no normal trigger. I want everybody on it, we have an unknown Cape and I want them here now.

She was ready. Almost done, all that was left was the helmet. So far she was dressed in a full-body suit, it was made out of a black, ribbed, multi-ply, padded body glove, it covered everything below her neck, on her forearms she'd added armor, same with her shins with steel boots. A chest plate with circuitry in front that connected to the various life support systems needed to keep her alive. Power cells, tubes, wires and sensors, everything that had been stolen was being used. She had attached a shoulder plate to help with the load on her neck, and protruding from her jaw was the breathing apparatus that would help her.

As she stared in front of her however, seeing the mask being slowly lowered, fear struck her heart. This was it, she'd be hidden from the world, and its color would be hidden from her. The eyes of the mask opened revealing red lenses and just above her head she knew the helmet was also lowering.

She shuddered and whispered. "Daddy help me."

The mask fell and the helmet came up, sealing the two. The suit pressurized, and started various diagnostics in her lenses.

She breathed.

*Kuuuuh kerrr*

The table that she was on raised itself, until she was vertical, with a shudder the restraints were released, and she stepped forward.

Klunk klunk. Kuuhhh kerrrr

She hated it…

But that was what she needed.

She'd decided to head over to the graveyard, for some reason the Force was guiding her there. As she searched, she soon found out why.

"The Undersiders." And it seemed that they were fighting against Lung. Now, this was a very precarious situation, Lung was known as one of the most powerful capes to ever exist. Anybody who drove off Leviathan was not someone to be trifled with.

But the Force was calling out to her so much.

Fine.

So she focused, focused on her hatred, and extended her hand. One of the barges shuddered and groaned as it was ripped from its resting place, everybody stared in surprise at the new development, Lung was so shocked that he didn't react when it swung down and batted him into the sea.

A good 20-25 miles too.

The Undersiders stayed staring, panting from their 'fight', well it was more of a beatdown nearing execution, but they survived. That begged the question however, who saved them?'

"Unless you wish to be here when he returns, I would suggest vacating the area." A deep baritone voice came out from behind them; they turned and were chilled by the sight of a being in black armor with a skull-like mask.

"Who are you?"

"After so much time working for me, you would think that you would recognize me."

"It's you...you're that shadow guy."

"A pleasure to meet you face to face."

'So, all those times it wasn't even him?'

"Why did you save us?"

"My reasons are my own. Come, we cannot stay anymore." Oddly enough they followed him away from the graveyard. But they did have one question.

"Uh, Shadowman? You got a name or something?"

The man paused and turned his head, the constant breathing unnerving to them all.

"Darth Afflicta."

Okay, so this is a story that I had on my mind, probably won't really expand unless I had help from somebody else who knows about canon, I actually found out about Worm through fanfiction, but I did make a timeline of events so I guess if somebody would take the time to help I could make this.

I don't know…what do you guys think?